kiss my spine
so intimate
your flaming breath
seeps through me
as if the years have made me porous

trace the silhouette
of my calloused fingers
and linger
on the ridges of my wrist
you shiver
I resist
the temptation of escape

rest your head against my own
so heavy with memories
the sinking weight
of stories never told

I taste your breath
I taste your empathy
I taste the words
you never said

Im trapped in a city not known as home.
The lights aren't nearly as bright.
I can see stars above me shinning in the night sky.
I close my eyes and wish I was home.
Homesick.
The struggles real.
My soul is on fire yearning to be with the ones I love dear.
A single tear slides down my cheek.
I am in a ball of confusion
Lusting for acceptance in this place I call hell.
I think im good enough, but I second guess myself.
The question is: Am I good enough?
No one can ever be enough or have enough.
A glass half empty, is a glass half full.
Life is nothing but a delusion
We set our sights high and shoot for the stars.
We are lost in wanderlust
We all want that sweet escape.

-Amber Rush

it is easier to judge
than to serve the time

When the reaper knocks,
will you answer the
nefarious  door?